Her Tender She

Her Tender She
Form: Teacher-pupil Sonnet

“Touch me gently and you’ll find my desire
Kiss me there, baby and ignite my fire
Close your eyes and play my skin like a lyre
Go gently baby let my lust inspire
Your thoughts and deeds into our passion’s pyre
Let my senses with your hunger conspire
As you lead me like a maid to her sire
Into that moment where there is no higher”
As in this art of loving she taught me
To make her feel this so wanton and free
Taking time releasing passions to be
To sip her slowly as if drinking tea
So hot my lips burned with her tender she
And in her pleasure my own I could see


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